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Severed from your mother's womb,
Blinded by the sun's all-embracing light,
Missing the comfort of your dark tomb,
You're walking half-dead,

Dreaming at night Of man-eating wolves
lurking in the woods And slithering snakes
on a serpentine path And bright eyes
gleaming under black hoods,
All of them waiting for a blood bath…

Blood bath!
There's a beast in me!
Blood bath!
There's a wolf in me!
Blood bath!
Moonlight epiphany!
Blood bath!
Blood bath Epiphany!

Looking everywhere, at the sky, at the gods,
Everywhere…..
Searching endlessly for something you find not
Blood bath….
Sad and desperate, you're praying and asking « Where ? »
In fear that someday…
incomplete, you may rot.

You may rot…

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